In which my job hunt runs smack into my paranoia

So, yeah, looking for a job. As well you know. As well everyone knows, if they've come into contact with me lately. I pretty much check for new jobs every day, and I add any to my list if they're a good fit (ie, in my area of expertise, somewhere in the midwest, etc). If they're not a stellar fit, but they seem like they might just work, I consult my advisor. I found one such job the other day. It was at [Random Midwestern School]. And I was pretty excited to find it, as I am any job that I can potentially add to my list of jobbie jobs. I started poking around their website and saw something about their mascot, The Mastodon (no, I'm not kidding. The Mastodon.). So I clicked on the link. And OH HOLY JESUS THEY HAVE A HUGE STATUE OF A MASTODON RIGHT OUTSIDE THE LIBRARY. You know, right? I've talked about this before. If you google "fear of statues," there I am, fifth one down. So an enormous mastodon, plunked in the middle of campus, meant that the job was a long shot for me. I talked to my advisor about it (the job, that is, not the mastodon-- not everyone needs to see the crazy, remember that). And she said it wasn't worth applying for, since it was a teensy bit out of my area. Whew! Crisis averted.